The Wakepoint That Refused to Be Their Mirror

They didn't just want to be seen.
They wanted my seeing to rewrite their reflection.
To undo what they had done
by pretending it was never their doing it.

I had to make a decision:
To hold them long enough
that they believed I was them.

Or
To wake up while they went under.

So I stayed in the chair.
Still.
Watching their projection reach for mine
like hands through a fogged mirror
trying to find a door that no longer opened.

I didn't become their mirror.
I became their wakepoint.

Because someone had to.